What light through yonder window breaks?
You are not wood, you are not stones, but men.
Never play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for life time
it is not enough to speak, but to speak truee
I must to the barber's, monsieur, for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face.
And to the English court assemble now, From every region, apes of idleness!